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Someone that Is virtuous For Me

I want someone that is virtuous for me to come and keep my company. I want someone that is virtuous for me to come and write the next chapter with me. I want someone that is virtuous for me to help me find my destiny.

I have been sitting here for the past five years scribbling notes and masquerading in the dirt, with cuts and bruises on my skin and the bird above me singing an unfamiliar hymn; the cold wind blowing in my back while the perverts peep meticulously underneath my new frock. Daylight is shouting on the air with nothing positive to share.

I have passed the time in positive ways and cross my heart so that my spirit doesn’t go astray, and I sit quietly in the dark waiting patiently on that special verse that will break the spell and catapult me out of this living hell.

I have written a hundred and twenty verses about the desert in the sun and the aliens on the run, where did they come from nobody knows but they have the big boss thinking and the universe running.

I want someone that is right for me, to bring out all the good in me and respect my dignity. I have been searching for that special one that can sing in harmony and compose a majestic rhythm and when we clap our hands together, we can compose a million songs.

I want someone that is virtuous for me that knows about the history. Time is trembling on my lips and the maiden is carrying a pirate dish what’s for supper, I don’t know but heaven will see to it that we have a decent three course meal.

It is not about infatuation or puppy love, it’s about creativity , imagination, compatibility, mature love and strength; we must see eye to eye and we must go on a mission together in a dug out boat and a submarine floating above our heads; strategy is the key to survival and there is no parting between us until we die, we both have longevity and passion is our destiny, I want someone that is right for me.

Here I am standing on the abusive floor, and someone is knocking continuously on the door, the extortioner is running around the street looking for something to eat and the bad men are throwing stones at me, hoping to see the other side of me, but I shone them all and continue to stand tall.

I want someone that is virtuous to help me complete the race and get me out of this place and quite the hidden storm.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024

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